Are you reading this or just staring at what is written?
Are you curious about the theme or just skimming to reach the end?
Are you a seeker or a sage?
A shoulder or a shadow?
Does it bother you if someone stares at you?
Or are you happy to be the object of some gaze?
Have you felt waves crash behind your earlobes,
Gliding through your body
Awakening your desires.
Desires? Sensual desires,
Disowned in public
Beneath the folds of your skin
Occasionally peeping and whispering
While you are asleep.
Only to stir and tease
So are you thirsty?
For what is to unfold
Between the words and your thoughts
Tip toeing on the rope of curiosity and expectation
Your eyelids flicker like candles
on a windy night
with no streetlights to comfort,
an occasional rustling of leaves
Giving you company.
Ah…how long does it take
For this to end?
The power-cut, the night
Or the poem?
Oh, just a moment,
Let me remind you
In the itinerary of life
Often you skip the self
And go on sewing others on your dress
But be careful,
Don't prick yourself in the process.
Radhika Menon is a content writer and freelance copy editor from Kerala. When she's not writing, you can find her binge watching her way into the world of witches, gypsies and dragons.